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Pastimes : Love Songs -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Giordano Bruno who wrote (1011)	12/24/2004 1:59:19 AM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1680

Why don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair is still curly and my eyes are still blue Why don't you love me like you used to do? Ain't had no lovin' like a-huggin' and a-kissin' in a long, long while We don't get nearer, further, closer than a country mile Why don't you be the sort you used to be? How come you find so many faults with me? I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through Why don't you love me like you used to do? Ain't had no lovin' like a-huggin' and a-kissin' in a long, long while We don't get nearer, further, closer than a country mile Why don't you spark me like you used to do? Say sweet nothings like you used to coo Somebody's changed, so let me give you a clue Why don't you love me like you used to do?

To: Giordano Bruno who wrote (1011)	12/24/2004 11:13:56 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1680

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Make the Yule-tide gay, From now on, our troubles will be miles away. Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more. Through the years We all will be together, If the Fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And, have yourself A merry little Christmas now.